An expanse before me, trees willowed and thin
The sun beyond, beckoning me in
And yet, nothing moves; no creak, no rustle
The birds chirping, without reason to tussle
A playground distant, my childhood dreams
I fear their death, torn apart at the seams
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I live in a drowning garden. When the breeze blows just right at dusk, I can almost see through the ripples up on the surface of the water. I can see the rain-washed roots of other gardens, the twigs and leaves that litter their ground, and the leftover streams that…
